waiting - by vincent huang - a slice of my mind

it’s difficult for me to explain why i’ve been living the way i’ve been living for the past 3 months: wake up, go to work, come home, read books and papers, sleep, repeat. on weekends sometimes i go to the office because it’s more pleasant than my room and i don’t have anywhere else to be; other times i walk around my favorite parks and stay there for hours on end. i know a good number of people in the area, but i don’t really hang out with them unless there’s a specific event or occasion. i feel like a shell of myself, like i’ve been put through a furnace and all my insides have transmuted into smoke. once in a while i go to parties and become extremely conscious of the fact that, for now at least, i am an incredibly boring person to talk to everything i do feels oddly lethargic. sometimes i write it off as oh i’m just adjusting to moving to a new city or i’m still figuring out what the right things to do in my free time are or my current living situation is exhausting and things will

it’s difficult for me to explain why i’ve been living the way i’ve been living for the past 3 months: wake up, go to work, come home, read books and papers, sleep, repeat. on weekends sometimes i go to the office because it’s more pleasant than my room and i don’t have anywhere else to be; other times i walk around my favorite parks and stay there for hours on end. i know a good number of people in the area, but i don’t really hang out with them unless there’s a specific event or occasion. i feel like a shell of myself, like i’ve been put through a furnace and all my insides have transmuted in